Draco Malfoy was happy, ecstatic even. He was the most sought after bachelor in the wizarding world. He had the manor under his name, various wizarding industries under his command, and women, whenever and wherever he desired! Women, was what he loved most.
He knew younger women were attracted to his roguish good looks, while older women were attracted to his sophistication. Really, he could get any woman he wanted. They literally threw themselves at his feet like flies threw themselves at burning lights. He was deadly, a heartbreaker, but they didn't care.
Alas, he could not seem to find someone who was equal to him in intelligence and beauty, and Draco Malfoy just did not settle for second best.
Of course, there was this one girl, whose intelligence and beauty seemed even to surpass those of Draco Malfoy. She was beautiful, not in an obvious way, but because of the way she held herself, and her intelligence? It blew his mind away.
Her name was Hermione Granger.
He never told anyone. The consequences were quite obvious. But he couldn't seem to pull his mind off the stunning brunette beauty queen and the way her voice made him shiver with anticipation.
However, he had gotten his heart ripped out and stomped on when the girl of his dreams started dating that bloke, Seamus Finnigan. The way that bloody arse would stare at Hermione from across the table would make him want to gauge his eyeballs out…
Ah, he could still taste that kiss he stole from her sweet, soft, lips twenty years ago.
He thought he could never love again…
That is, until he met Jamie Granger…
It had all started with a fateful cup of coffee.
Draco had seated himself at the entrance of Madame Puddifoot's coffee shop, and he was currently reading an interesting Muggle novel and was completely entrapped in it.
His concentration was broken by a good-hearted laughter, and he looked up to see a gorgeous young witch with light brown hair. She had the most amazing blue eyes and the most dazzling smile he had ever seen.
"Hi, sorry, you were just so concentrated." The witch explained her laughing.
"Oh." Draco couldn't keep his eyes off her face. "Is there something I can help you with?" His charm immediately turning on at full blast, as he flashed her a seductive smile.
"Yea, um, would you mind if I sat here with you? All the tables are taken." The witch smiled, motioning to all the filled tables inside the cafe.
"Mm, sure." Draco moved his stuff for her, noticing that the young woman couldn't keep her eyes off of him either. He smiled inwardly. "Here you go."
"Thanks. I'm Jamie." Jamie said good-naturedly, extending a hand.
"Draco." He grasped her hand in a warm handshake.
Who was he to know that a month later, he would end up in Hermione Granger's house, holding hands with-her daughter! Just seeing her again had gotten him all riled up with emotions again. But who was he kidding? He was with her daughter now. Oh how wrong that all sounded…"Draco, honey, are you alright?" Jamie's soothing voice brought him out of his contemplation. Her hand was rubbing him lightly on the chest. They were laying on the grass in a park close to Jamie's apartment, enjoying the crisp night air and the bright stars above.
"Mm? I'm fine." Draco muttered, shifting to place his hand behind his head.
"You sure? You've been quiet all day since we met my mum." Jamie looked up at her boyfriend. His eyes were shut and he was breathing deeply. Jamie shivered. "Drake, you wanna go home? I'm getting kind of cold."
Draco's eyes fluttered open and he glanced down at his girlfriend whose head was perched on his chest. "Sure. Let's go." He groaned, getting up on his feet and offering a hand to Jamie. "Come on, I'll walk you home." They started towards Jamie's apartment building.
Jamie took his hand, swinging their entwined fingers in tune to their steps. "You want to stay over tonight? It's getting kind of late."
Draco looked shocked at the offer. He could just imagine what Hermione would do to him if she found out he was staying over at her daughter's house. "Honey-"
"Please?" Jamie gave him the adorable look she knew he couldn't resist.
Draco smirked, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Fine."
"Thank you." Jamie said in a sing-song voice, wrapping her arms around Draco's torso and enveloping herself in his warmth.
They made their way up the stairs and to Jamie's flat, silent and enjoying each other's company. Jamie looked as if she was the happiest girl on the world. Draco, however, had a billion things on his mind.
"I'll make a spot for you on the couch, okay Draco?" Jamie voice broke his thoughts as she untangled herself from him and headed to her linens closet. "You want to get changed and take a shower?"
"Yea, okay." Draco went to the bathroom, leaning against the closed door momentarily before turning on the showerhead after stripping down. He looked at himself in the mirror. He certainly looked as good as he did 20 years ago, but who was he kidding? He was 40 years old. He shouldn't be dating girls that were twenty years younger than he was!
He immersed his head under the calming rush of water, rubbing his face with his drenched hands. He couldn't get the disgusted look on Hermione's face out of his head, the look that had haunted him for the whole day. "Damn it! Damn it!" He muttered to himself, the water dripping down his lips into his mouth.
What had he gotten himself into? He was playing with fire, and he knew it. With that thought running through his head, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips before he exited the bathroom.
As he walked through the hallway connecting the bathroom to the living room, Draco could hear to female voices talking.
"Jamie?" He called. "Who's here-" Draco realized soon enough as he saw Hermione's shocked face in the emerald lit fireplace.
Jamie, who had turned to find Draco standing half naked in her living room, scratched her head in awe, wondering how she would explain it to her mom. "Mum…it is so not what you think." Jamie said turning back to see Hermione's extremely irritated face.
"Anyways." Hermione cleared her throat, ignoring the fact that she had just seen a very very muscular male body standing in her daughter's living room. "I just wanted to tell you that Uncle Ron is having a party at the Burrow this Friday, and everyone will be expecting you."
Jamie smiled. "Yea mom, I'll see you there okay?"
Hermione too, smiled, although hers was forced. "Seven o'clock sharp, young lady! And you better not be bringing along that-" Hermione muttered before her head disappeared with a pop.
Draco sighed. "Aaaannnd that's strrrrike three."